We’re off to NARCh for a week. I hope there won’t be thunderstorms every day like the last time we were there.
Let’s have a look at the 5-day . . .
16 Jul 2007 @ 5:53 pm
Hey good luck out there! Did you sign your kid up for the hockey camp in MN yet? see http://blogs.jobdig.com/wwds
might give him an extra edge, Paul.
20 Jul 2007 @ 11:29 pm
That’s the one where the kids learn to sock each other in the face?
They don’t allow kids to fight in roller hockey, which is what my son plays. If you want to fight somebody, they just throw you out of the game. I thought the same was true for kids playing ice hockey, but I’m not sure.
Of course, professional hockey allows fighting, but I’m pretty sure the guys running this camp are in a small minority in thinking that it’s cute or macho or somehow good to have kids beating each other up on the rink.
22 Jul 2007 @ 12:31 am
Yeah, I was kidding. Many years ago, I lined up my peewee baseball team along the third base line to teach them all how to scratch and spit, too. They paid more attention after that exercise.
BTW, when my son went to a baseball tournament in FL, the parents there had this annoying habit of bringing noise makers to the games…empty plastic gallon milk jugs filled with quarters. Do they do that in roller hockey too? I thought it was fun to watch the different parent groups in the stands. Us Minnesotans sat on our hands in comparison. Must be the Norwegians in us…no, you first, please.
22 Jul 2007 @ 11:01 am
One team brought cowbells to a tournament. The behavior of parents is all over the map — some do a good job of keeping things in perspective and some don’t — although I haven’t noticed any regional differences.
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